A Night Out

Ellie grinned at Matt in the darkened theater and reached for his belt, watching him closely. He looked at her for a long moment, then looked at her pale hand resting against him and grinned back at her. They shared a quick excited kiss and Ellie’s nimble fingers went to work on his belt buckle. She quickly leaned over him and before anyone could’ve noticed what they were up to in the back of the theater her warm mouth had engulfed his cock. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape and held very still, enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around him.

A muffled giggle came from Matt’s lap and she began to tease him, licking at the head of his cock, running her tongue along the shaft gently, before finally taking all of him once more. Matt’s fingers slid from the armrest to wrap themselves in Ellie’s hair, holding it out of the way so he could see as much as possible in the dark. HE gasped softly and wanted so badly to thrust his hips, but he knew the squeaky chairs would give them away so he stayed very still while his lovely wife tortured and teased him to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

She leaned up and whispered to him, “I’m not wearing any panties and I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.” Matt’s eyes widened at her words and sat forward in the seat a bit so Ellie could sit in his lap and ride his cock in a movie theater where people only had to look behind them and they’d see what was going on. Ellie moved cautiously, also aware of the seats and began to slowly rock herself back and forth on Matt’s cock. His hands found her breasts and pinched at her nipples through the dress she wore. “You’re not wearing a bra either are you?” She shook her head no in response to his question and felt him twitch. Bubbly laughter threatened to overwhelm her, but Matt clamped his fingers down on her nipples and made her bite her tongue to stop the tiny noises she normally made from slipping out of her mouth.

As he released them to feel the weight of her in his hands she squeezed tightly with her muscles and began to use them to milk his cock. She sighed softly and leaned back against him. Matt took the chance and trailed fiery kisses along the side of Ellie’s neck and reached down to hold her hips steady. He could feeling her tightening around him and wanted so badly to bend her forward over the seats in front of them and just fuck her as hard as he could. He kissed her neck again, silencing the groan that wanted to come from his lips and dared to thrust against her very gently. The seat didn’t make a sound so he keeps his movements up as she rippled against him. Between the motion of her muscle and his gentle thrusting they were both ready to explode. Ellie tilted her head back, “Don’t come. I want to taste you mixed with my juices.” Matt swore softly under his breathe and then shuddered as he felt his wife’s climax around his cock.

Ellie slid from his lap and quickly turned and sucked him into her waiting mouth. She muffled a moan at the taste of them mixed together and sucked hard, wanting to feel his orgasm. Matt’s hips bucked once, then twice, and he forced himself to be still. Ellie slowly slid her mouth against him, up to the tip and sucked gently, her tongue lashing at the same time. She reached down and ran a finger along his balls and could feel them tightening up. He was so close. And then there it was as she descended back onto his cock, taking him almost into her throat he let out a half gasp, half moan that was covered by the noise of the movie and came hard, right into her beautiful, waiting mouth. Ellie swallowed several times as he pulsed in her mouth before slipping away from him and sitting back in her seat.

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Wanton Wife

Evie tilted her head back enjoying the hot spray of water over her body. She lathered up, paying special attention to her perky tits and smooth vulva. She wanted to be fresh and clean when Pat got home. She was horny and just wanted him to fuck her senseless. Stepping out of the shower she dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel. She was impatient for Pat to get home. Her pussy was already dripping and she slipped a finger inside herself to taste her own juices. So sweet. She was combing out her damp hair when she heard the front door open and grinned wickedly at the thought of her husband coming upstairs to her. Hearing Pat’s tread on the stairs she stepped into the door way with a come hither stare and Pat drank her in, reveling in the voluptuous, nay Rubenesque, curves of her body. A beautiful sight indeed.

Before she could get a word out of her mouth he was kissing her roughly, then slowly, holding her tightly against him, wrinkling his suit. She pressed against his shoulders trying to get his suit jacket off so she could undress the rest of him, but he wasn’t having it. He walked her backwards until she was pinned between him and the edge of the bed. “No…I don’t have time to take my suit off. Instead, you’re going to suck my cock and then I want to fuck you, just like the good little slut you are for me.” Evie shuddered and gave him a once over, appreciating the sharp cut of his suit and gave a playful tug on his tie. “Yes, Mr. Fredricks, anything you say Sir,”

Immediately they had dropped themselves into a role play of slutty secretary getting fucked by her boss, no matter that the setting was wrong or that Evie was already naked. Mr. Fredricks pushed Evie down onto the bed so she was sitting almost at eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Well, what are you waiting for? Take it out and suck it,” he growled at her. Evie grinned and took her time undoing his belt, making him wait just a teeny bit longer before she freed his cock and wrapped her plump lips around the head of it and sucked it down hard right into her throat and swallowed for him. He groaned and pulled back a little before resting his hands on the sides of her face and began thrusting again, letting her swallow each time he slid down her throat. It only took a minute or so before he was ready to come, but he wanted to fuck her before he did. “Stand up and bend over.”

Evie hurried to comply with his request wanting his cock inside of her as badly as he needed to put it there. He pushed her further down than she had bent and slipped his cock into her wet, tight pussy gritting his teeth as she fluttered her muscles around him. Then he fucked her hard and furious. Evie knew if she didn’t catch up with his need he’d come without her so she reached down and began to rub her clit in not so gentle circles and moaned feeling him sliding in and out of her so close. Her hips began to buck in time with his as they both rushed to an orgasm that would leave them both breathless. It hit Evie out of the blue and she cried out her body frozen as Pat fucked her through the orgasm she was having and into the beginnings of a second one before he lost control and slammed his hips against hers as his own orgasm overtook him.

Learning to Submit

Sir yanked her forward across his knees and hiked her skirt up and her panties down and began to spank her ass hard and fast. She was in trouble again for her smart mouth and he didn’t care whether she was sorry or not right this second. Her ass was quickly peppered with hand prints and she had begun to cry quietly to herself. Despite the tears, her cunt was soaking wet and he stroked it gently making her shudder, before sliding her off his lap and onto the floor.

Hastily she assumed a most submissive position on her knees with her body been towards him almost as if in worship. He nodded approvingly at this, although she could not see him. “That’s the third time today you decided to run your smart mouth. Next time you do it your punishment will be more than just a severe spanking. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and spoke just above a whisper, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Now you’ve taken your spanking like a good girl, but we’re not done. I want you to go get your journal and you will write one hundred times, ‘I will not be smart with Sir’ and your handwriting had better be neat and legible.”

She stifled a groan at this as she hated writing lines, but right now she knew better than to say a word or he would double her lines and she’d miss any chance of getting back into his good graces. After some time had passed and her lines were written she presented the journal to Sir so that he may examine her work. “There, that’s what I wanted from you. Now come here Kitten and sit with me.” She cuddled up next to him, her ass still smarting and her still wishing for a good hard fuck that she knew she wasn’t getting. He idly petted her hair while half watching a program on TV and it would appear that they were the picture of domestic bliss.

“Kitten, would you like some cream?” She giggled and slid off the couch to kneel at his feet and he nodded at her. Happily she unbuckled his pants and pushed his boxers aside to get to his cock; she licked her lips and then licked his cock, treating it like a lollipop and getting it good and wet before taking him into her mouth. She sucked gently hollowing out her cheeks for the best suction and gradually worked her way down the length of his cock as close as she could to taking him into her throat. He watched her through dark eyes, a half smile on his lips and ran his fingers through her hair. “Good girl.”

Quickly his fingers clenched into her hair, holding her tightly as he began to fuck her face driving his cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Kitten did her best to relax for him and focused on keeping her breathing steady. Sir pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and moving slowly, slid back inside, pushing further and further this time until he felt her submit completely as he pushed into her throat. “Swallow.” She did so twice and was trying to pull away so she could get some air. He allowed this; after all one did not wish to break their toys. His grip in her hair loosened, but he never let go continuing to fuck her gently, letting her lick and suck as he did so. He tried to maintain a steady paced even as his impending orgasm approached, but when Kitten moaned around his cock, all bets were off.

Sir began to thrust quickly, his rhythm faltering while Kitten plied her tongue and lips to get the cream she so desperately wanted. He was rapidly losing control and let his grip on her hair go completely, his hips rocking back and forth. Kitten made another noise that vibrated along the length of his hardness and he groaned softly. “That’s my girl. You swallow every drop, you understand?” His voice was slightly strained and Kitten nodded affirmatively never taking her eyes from his as she sucked and licked and played with his cock in her mouth. A quiet rushing sensation filled his head and he shoved his hips forward one final time as he began to shoot jets of his hot come into Kittens mouth. She almost couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up, but she did and every drop went straight into her belly. She loved the taste of him, of his come, and slowly pulled her lips from his cock to tell him so. He laughed softly and sank back onto the couch while she knelt there at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. They enjoyed a long moment of companionable silence before she spoke, with a giggle in her voice. “Thank you for the cream, Sir.” He laughed and pulled her up against him for a kiss. “Anytime you like Kitten. You’re becoming such a good girl for Sir.”

Kink of the Week – Halloween – (Haunted Fun)

Jack and Ann hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, even while waiting in light for Fright World. It was supposed to be the scariest haunted house for miles and that’s why they picked it. Nothing like some sexy fun in a haunted house to spice up Halloween. They had taken a hayride to get there and then gone through a corn maze and enjoyed each other in the privacy of the maze as well. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Finally it was their turn to head into the haunted house. “Remember the rules folks. No touching, no smoking, no drinking, and no screwing around. Got it?” “Got it,” replied Jack with a smile while Ann nodded in agreement. “Well then, have a scary good time.” And the pair progressed into the attraction. Immediately they both started looking for places away from the tiny bit of light to hide out and the first one they found came in a small alcove after a couple of silly scares had popped out at them. Jack pulled Ann close to him for a kiss and slid his hands under her shirt to grope at her. She purred contentedly in his ear and let her head fall back when he began to kiss and nibble at her neck.

Without warning a mask wearing, chainsaw wielding, maniac comes popping out of the shadows, causing Ann to scream and Jack to quickly remove his hands from under her shirt as they once again began to move through the attraction. Ann took advantage of a particularly dark spot to give Jack a grope as well and the both laughed together before jumping at the murderously creepy clowns silently surrounding them on all but one side. Fleeing the clowns they ran across a rotting zombie next who clearly wanted one thing. Braiiiiinssss.

Another dark hallway and Jack pushed Ann against the wall for another kiss and grope, hoping they wouldn’t be disturbed this time. Ann made it as far as her knees and was looking around them to check for anything that might go bump in the night when a metallic sound came rushing towards them as another saw, this time grinding against the concrete floor with a hideous ghoul attached came right towards them. They laughed and ran again. Slowly they made their way through the haunted house taking time to stop and share kisses here and there only to get chased away by ghosts and goblins and evil talking dolls that sang their threats in eerie voices. By the time it was over, both of them were ready to explode with desire.

As the haunted house came to an end and they looped back out the exit, the barker gave them an evil grin. “I do hope our resident vampire didn’t give you a kiss, my dear,” alluding to the clear bite marks on Ann’s neck. She grinned back at him. “Maybe he did and maybe I liked it.” And the couple headed back to their car and home.

The level of teasing ratcheted up once they got into the car and soon Ann was leaned over in her seat with her mouth wrapped around Jack’s dick. He was trying hard to concentrate on his driving and every time they hit a bump it made her bounce a little, which felt so nice that Jack wished this was a bumpier road indeed. Finally he’d had enough and pulled off onto what he hoped was a deserted side road and pulled Ann out of the car with him, yanked her jeans and panties down, and bent her over the hood of the car.

He held her hips still, fucking her hard and fast as she squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Ann gasped and shivered in the cool air and began to wail like a banshee as her orgasm overtook her. She wriggled her hips as best she could against Jack who only fucked his girl faster and harder. As fast as he could. He wanted to feel that pussy tighten around him again. Very soon he was rewarded with just that and Ann bucked her hips back against him, thrashing wildly about as she came a second time and then a third immediately after. He pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees and Ann quickly took his dick back into her mouth. She could taste the mixed flavors of them both and that only made her more eager. She wanted to taste his come as well and she sucked and licked and teased him until felt felt ready to explode. With a low hum she slipped her mouth all the way up to tip of his dick and sucked hard. Without fail she knew what set him off and this was one of his favorite feelings. He quickly emptied a hot load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed and then grinned at him. Suddenly they heard a car in the distance headed towards them and they fought to yank their clothes into place and bolted for the relative safety of the car.

Wicked Wednesday – Car Keys – (The Hunt)

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Marc swore softly to himself, then called out to his girlfriend, “Hey Cass, have you seen my keys?” “No idea hon!” came the half shouted reply from the other side of the house. But Cassandra did know where her keys were. She grabbed them and when she found Marc still looking and growing ever frustrated she left them jingle softly as they slipped into her bra. Marc looked up. “Did you find my keys?”

She grinned at him and ran her hands down her body. “You should come over here and find out.” He gave her a lewd grin and walked over to her, then walked around her, appreciating the view from the back as well as the front. “I think, my dear, that if you have my keys you’d best hand them over. “And I still think if you want them you should come get them.” And Cassandra skipped away laughing. Marc chased after her, his mood lightened somewhat and grabbed around the waist. He proceeded to check her pockets, making sure to squeeze her ass when her checked the pockets on the back of her jeans. While he was distracted with her ass, she leaned in and trailed a hot line of kisses along his jawline. He moaned and grabbed her ass harder, having completely forgotten about his keys for the moment.

Cassandra pressed herself against his body, hoping he couldn’t feel her keys and the slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock from its denim prison. She stroked it gently for a minute making him groan and beg her for more. So she gave him more as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob her head up and down sucking gently then harder. Marc fairly purred his appreciation, resting his hand on the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as she could while she sucked and licked at the same time. She wanted him to forget about his keys for now and it seemed to be working.

“Cass, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to fuck you.” A mumbled and muffled, “That’s fine. I want this instead.” reached his ears and he grinned as he looked down to see her pop the button on her own jeans to she could reach down to play with herself while she sucked him off. That made him moan and thrust his hips involuntarily. He could imagine the taste of her and wanted the real thing. And that’s what made him want to come more than anything. He growled softly and Cass knew he would come for her soon and she just wanted to taste him. His hips began to move in time with her sucking and she smiled to herself around the delightful dick in her mouth. Soon. Sooner than she thought as Marc suddenly froze mid-thrust and she could feel the hot salty liquid coating her mouth. She moaned happily her mouth still wrapped around him and that caused him to shiver and gently push her away. “No more Babe. I can’t handle it.” She smiled up at him and remained where she was. “So, are you gonna come find those keys now?”

He pulled her to her feet and deliberately began to feel her up wondering where she might have hidden his keys. Cassandra reveled in the feeling of his hands on her body and grinned as he grabbed her tits, but the keys never made a sound. Marc began to slowly strip her starting with her jeans where he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her mons as a promise of what would come later. Or perhaps sooner. He could smell her and it was distracting him from his keys again. Just a quick taste he thought, to tease them both, then he’d strip her down the rest of the way. Surely he’d find his keys then. And he moved her legs apart gently to get better access and swiped her tongue along her slit a couple of times. He looked up at her as she moaned breathily and kissed her there his tongue darting out once more. But he was a man on a mission and worked his way back up her body, slowly sliding her t-shirt up and trailing kisses as he went. Soon she was left in just her bra and he remembered that old game that girls would play with the boys, dropping the boy’s keys down their bras and daring the boys to come get them. He laughed triumphantly and reached into her bra, groping her as he did so, only to remove her keys instead. He looked confused for a moment then looked at her and began to laugh. “You little minx. You set me up!” Cassandra smiled at him. “Was it worth it?” He laughed again and picked her up only to deposit her on the couch on feet away and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. “Worth it,” He muttered as he buried his face between her thighs.

Round Two

The smell of sex permeated the air. Michelle shot her boyfriend, Josh a sideways look and grinned. “So, you ready for round two?” He laughed softly and looked back at the pretty redhead next to him. “Gimme a minute. But only a minute,” and he laughed again, pulling Michelle close to him. The pair snuggled together contented just as they were for now. But Michelle soon had other plans.

Michelle kissed Josh’s cheek a few minutes later and then left a trail of warm kisses down the side of his jawline to his neck and across a collarbone. She slid lower, her body still pressed to his and kissed a nipple, making him jump and giggle. “Don’t do that,” he teased smiling at her. She immediately did it again before kissing her way down his stomach. Purposefully she ignored his groin and rapidly hardening dick to kiss and lick at his inner thighs instead. She raked her nails along the outsides of his legs and he hissed softly wanting more now. She looked up, giving him an innocent smile. ‘Something wrong?” He merely stared at her, waiting to see what she would do next, hoping she’d wrap her hand around him or, even better, her lips.

She dipped her head down and ran her tongue along his balls, gently sucking them, one at a time, into her mouth. Josh’s hips bucked and he almost begged her, but he knew it was all part of the game they played. By now his dick was rock hard and ready for that second round Michelle had mentioned earlier. Still she ignored it in favor of teasing him, her hands smoothing along his skin, her lips planting a kiss here or there, in the sensitive spot where his leg met his body. Her mouth was watering for his dick but she loved to touch and kiss and feel him under her hands.
Finally she reached out and ran a fingertip down the length of him and he shuddered at the touch as his eyes begged for more. She blew a puff of air across the head of his dick and then her tongue darted out to flicker across the tip of him. Josh groaned softly. “Shell, please…” She heard the pleading note in his voice and smiled as he surrendered to her touch. In the next instant she had him halfway down her throat sucking for all she was worth. One hand rested against the outside of his leg and the other hand reached down to massage his balls gently as she sucked hard. Josh became more vocal now grunting and moaning and telling her not to stop. Michelle flashed him a look that said she had no intention of stopping, but she did slow down to a more leisurely, teasing pace that drove him wild with need.

Before she could register his movements, he was in control as he grabbed her hair and fucked her face harder. She relaxed against him, her throat opening up and she swallowed every time he hit the back of her mouth, timing her breathing with his strokes. She loved taunting him, but she also loved when he held by her hair and fucked her like he was doing now. She snaked a hand down her body reaching for her clit and began to rub at it furiously wanting to orgasm when he shot his load in her mouth. She moaned around his dick and both of their movements became more frantic. She knew he was close and so was she. With a whimper, she felt her pussy begin to tighten and clench at nothing and rocked her hips against her fingers.

Michelle sucked has Josh fucked and there was an undeniable passion that rose between them. A gasp from Josh caught her attention and he looked down at her. “I’m gonna fucking come and I want you to swallow every drop.” She moaned again, as though in acquiescence and doubled the movement of her fingers. Wresting control from him for a moment she buried his dick down her throat as she began to orgasm, choking herself on his dick as she did. The more she choked, the harder her orgasm was and it sent him over the edge until he was shooting hot ropes of come down her throat.

Finally he pulled away from her and looked down at her bright red face and tear streaked cheeks and smiled. “You loved every bit of that didn’t you my dirty girl?” She nodded, not quite able to speak, and crawled back up the bed to lay in his arms. He pulled her close as they had been previously and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

Wicked Wednesday 270 – Bond – (In Concert)

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Ethan smiled and shot his girl a text, “Symphony Hall. Tonight. 7:30. Wear that short black dress I like. No panties.” Megan smiled and took a break from her work as the phone buzzed on her desk. Her smile grew wider as she read the text. “Yes Sir.”

She rushed home after work to get ready and by 6:00 she was just zipping up the short lace covered black dress that hit mid-thigh and had a sweetheart neckline to really show off her ample cleavage. She darted out the door and headed for the concert venue. She had no idea who was playing or what Sir might have planned for her once she arrived. It only made the anticipation sweeter.

Megan arrived a bit early and looked around the lobby for Ethan. Not seeing him she waited patiently to see if he would find her or text her more instructions. Moments later she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see him in a black tuxedo and she smiled up at him. “You look dashing. “And you, my dear, look good enough to eat.” She blushed as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, lets go find our seats.” And he led her through the crowd to a private box where they would be undisturbed. That’s when she knew he’d be up to something for sure.

As they settled into the plush seats and the music began to play, Ethan was trailing his fingers along Megan’s thigh, just barely touching the hem of her dress each time. Before long she was paying more attention to him than to the music and watched him from the corner of her eye to see what he would do next. Without any warning his hand was under her skirt and her legs spread of their own accord which won an approving smile from his lips. He caressed her inner thighs gently, never reaching quite as high as she was beginning to wish that he would. Megan began to squirm a little, pushing her hips outward, trying to get his hands to make contact with her wet pussy. Ethan calmly removed his hand and smiled over at her. “Need something my dear?” “Just you Sir.” He grinned naughtily at her. “Well, in that case…” And he unzipped his fly, pulling out his half hard cock.

“Get it good and hard and good and wet and I’ll fuck you in time to the music. If you’re lucky it will be a fast part so I can pound that pretty pussy of yours just the way you like.” Megan slipped to her knees, glancing around, but seeing nothing other than the box walls around her she wrapped her lips around his cock sucking gently on the head and using her other hand to fondle him. Soon she was taking him deeper into her mouth and quickly he was rock hard and she was simply working to get him as slick as possible. Without any warning he pushed her away from him, stood her up and spun her round to lean on the front of the box where she could see the crowd below. She felt him lift her dress and squeeze her ass gently.

Then she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her teasingly as he rocked back and forth. Her hips arched to meet his and he slid inside of her wetness slowly, so slowly that she had to stifle a moan. He leaned over her body and whispered, “Don’t be loud. The people in the other boxes might look over and see you.” Megan gasped at the thought and clamped her mouth shut hoping she could enjoy this fucking without making a sound.

And Ethan fucked her hard and fast just as the timpani roared a solo and the cellos wrung the sadness from their strings, slamming into her over and over, one hand holding her hip and the other toying with her clit a bit roughly, rougher than normal because he wanted her to come all over his cock hard and fast. Her head dropped down and her eyes closed as she began to tense and he knew she was close to an orgasm. He stopped his movements for a second, long enough to tell her they were being watched and her head shot straight up as she looked around to see if he was correct and then his cock pistoned into her again. The feeling of him, plus the idea of being watched sent her over the edge and she had to suppress a loud moan when she felt herself tighten and clench around his wonderful cock. Her orgasm shook her to the core and she went slightly limp before he pulled her back against him and gently lowered her to the floor then returned to his seat.. “Good girl. Now come here and suck me clean.” Megan immediately did as she was told, trying to wiggle her dress back down to cover herself at the same time. A hand on her shoulder stopped her as Ethan stared down as her succulent ass, thinking he might fuck her there after intermission. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, further smearing what was left of her lipstick and she knew it, but just didn’t care. She could taste her come on his skin and it made her hungry for more. She wanted to taste him as well and she began to work in earnest to feel him come, to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth.

Ethan hips began to thrust in time to the music that was playing and Megan simply held still letting him fuck her mouth and took quick sharp inhalations every chance she could. Without warning, after a quick breath he pushed harder and slid his cock down her throat, holding it there. She rested her hands on his knees for as long as she could then began to tap frantically at them and he withdrew completely allowing her a few deep breaths before he resumed fucking her. She tightened her lips around him squeezing hard and his hips bucked once, twice, and a third time as he filled her mouth with his semen. She gave a small delighted moan and swallowed like a good slut should, then opened her mouth to show him as he withdrew his cock. As they resettled themselves in their chairs and Megan fixed up her makeup he whispered to her. “You’ve been good for me tonight, but you’re going to better later.” She turned to ask what he meant but he was already back to watching the concert and she knew he wouldn’t answer. She wondered what he meant.

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